"I was not he"

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Title:     "I was not he"
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

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I was not he--the man
Who used to pilgrim to your gate,
At whose smart step you grew elate,
And rosed, as maidens can,
For a brief span.

It was not I who sang
Beside the keys you touched so true
With note-bent eyes, as if with you
It counted not whence sprang
The voice that rang . . .

Yet though my destiny
It was to miss your early sweet,
You still, when turned to you my feet,
Had sweet enough to be
A prize for me!

 

 

 

 

-THE END-
Thomas Hardy's poem: "I was not he"

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